Glass
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Jiina Sharma, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2016
It points, sharp, curved edges like blades of grass
Its colourless pain is harmless
Yet somehow deadly to the eye
It can break like the heart of a loved one
And is the home to my kingdom come
Press it against me till I scream
But not from the hurt, but the kill of anyone who sees
Like shards of glass, I fall to my knees
I'm as see though as its self
Our beautiful lies together, we unlock each other's souls like keys
That's why I am able to look into Hate's eyes
Whenever I please